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Sitting in the warm sun, eating snacks and sipping tea is obviously an extremely laid-back enjoyment.

Even though it is now the cold season, her habits have not changed in the slightest, but from enjoying the sunshine to enjoying the refreshing cool breeze of autumn.

Well...... Squinting her eyes, Reimu took a sip of tea contentedly, and her free right hand touched the plate beside her, where she placed the dumplings she had made herself.

Well...... Well? Huh?

Touching it again, the slightly chilled plate told her the sad truth that it was empty.

"Oops......" exclaimed a little, and the shrine maiden, who did not feel that her memory was wrong, did not panic - for such things often happen, and patronizing her house was never just the preserve of black and white mice. Reimu smiled sweetly, looked around, and then said leisurely, "Well, isn't the dumpling made by Reimu more delicious?" What are you talking about? Well...... Are you saying that the fragrance is overflowing, glutinous and soft? It's a joy to listen to......"

"But......" found it! Reimu's eyes froze, and her high perception of spiritual power allowed her to detect subtle fluctuations in that space, "It's not right to hide!" Gathering spiritual power in his hand, Reimu moved to the front of the fluctuating place at high speed, and then swept it with a fierce punch.

"Stop!" The space suddenly cracked, and a white right hand appeared in the strange image, preventing Reimu's next move.

Spreading the spiritual power in his hand, Reimu looked at the gap that appeared in front of him helplessly, and said, "Say, Zi, what do you want?" ”

"No!" The palm of his hand turned into a finger, and the thin fingers like green onions shook, "I'm not Yakumo Murasaki!" ”

"What?" Curious, Reimu watched speechlessly as a blonde woman with a strange mask emerged from the gap.

It was a round, tanuki-like mask.

The masked man said, "I'm not Yakumo Murasaki, I'm Dora...... Well, what a dream of Dora Damyojin! ”

"Can't you remember your own name?" Reimu complained speechlessly.

"Please don't worry about these details, Paradise shrine maiden! I'm actually a good god who helps people find lost items! The masked man brought up a white bear** from the strange space behind him, "You lost this white bear**?" ”

She pulled out a long strip of white cloth from the space, "Or is it this long chest wrap?" ”

"Neither!" A trumpet popped up above his head, and Reimu denied it viciously.

"I see," the masked man tapped his palm, "you must have lost this toothpick!" ”

(The text will be updated later in the evening)